Chapter warnings/Author note; Detailed sex and language. Be warned! If wicked Lex offends you don't read this fic. ..If you don't like Lana. ..don't read this fic. Because I love them both! Otherwise...enjoy! I am taking a short break from the Twilight fandom to write this Smallville fic for my readers who still love Lex and Lana. This is for the three people who reviewed the last chapter. Somehow those three reviews meant the world to me over the far more prolific reviews I may get for other stories. Or maybe I am just a sucker for Lex. *shrugs* Un beta'd. .sorry for any spelling/grammar errors. My spell checker does strange things sometimes. I will get back to beta this when I can. It is nearly 6k words so it's long...enjoy I Hope!

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Chapter two.

I saunter through the Talon doors at precisely five minutes to seven the following night. It is busy, the usual flock of evening customers filling the faux Egyptian decor interior with lively noise and a steady hum of underlying conversation. The usual small silence and quick glances that always follow my entrance in this small cow town is predictable and boring to me. I am only here for one reason and I don't see her.

We haven't told anyone yet, about our date. But when I see who is here a small evil smirk flits across my face. Clark and Chloe sit beside the coffee bar deep in their usual friendly banter, no doubt. I walk over to them and watch as Clark grins at me with what appears to be genuine friendship. I pat him on the shoulder as I am usually want to do. Chloe smiles at me in greeting her fresh, pretty face no match for my latent date. No one is to me.

'What brings you here tonight, Lex?' Clark asks innocently. It is beyond his realm of understanding that Lana could date anyone else. I smirk at my inner pleasure at the scene I am about to create.

I glance up as my eyes catch sight of a swirl of red, it captures my attention fully as I watch a vision of wanton loveliness decent the stairs from the apartment above.

Clark and Chloe follow my gaze and are also struck speechless. I lock eyes with the youthful beauty above me and I incline my head slightly in greeting. She smiles, a wide happy smile filled with genuine glee and I realise that she is a very rare creature in more ways than one. She is not about artifice. Everything about Lana Lang is a rare and beautiful thing.

She stares at me as if hypnotised and I smirk, fuck I want her. Every sweet inch. She is dressed to kill. A red dress, strappy, slinky with a flowing skirt, high heels grace her dainty feet, black and sleek they are far from innocent. I imagine her naked except for those shoes and grin suddenly as I feel my pulse leap and my cock harden.

She is all glamour and beautiful grace. Her long dark hair hangs free in waves and ringlets, I feel my fingers itch to wrap them selves in those tempting strands. Her face is unparalleled, skin dewy and lips glistening subtlety. Her hazel eyes are nervous as well as eager, they need no added adornment.

I cannot wait for the next scene in our joint play.

Lana walks towards us and I see her swallow her nerves down before she smiles widely for our friends.

'Hey.' She says playing with the small beaded clutch she carries in her hand.

'Wow.' Chloe says, never at a loss for words.'You look stunning, Lana. What's the occasion? '

'Yeah... I was about to say the exact same thing.' Clark says puzzled. 'Is tonight something special?'

Lana looks at me and we smile simultaneously.

Clark eyes me warily now as he senses something afoot.

Chloe's eyes narrow slightly as she observes us, she is not a reporter for nothing. I suppress a wide smile that would be a dead give away and arch a single brow at the lovely siren across from me.

Lana breaths in, looks down and then back up at me. Our eyes lock and she smiles again. I sense excitement in her tonight and a naughtiness I was almost unaware that she possessed.

'I am going out.' Lana announces, a hesitation and then: 'With Lex.' She finishes with gusto.

Lifting my hand I ask for her hand silently and feel a surge of lustful electricity between our skin's as she gives me her hand that playful smile still on her lips.

'What?' Clark asks stupidly as Chloe's mouth drops open in an unbecoming manner.

'You and Lex?' Chloe says her eyes flickering between us repeatedly. I smirk at her and tighten my hold on my siren slightly.

A sarcastic edge creeps into my voice as I tilt my head to the side jokingly. 'Thanks for the insulting lack of belief, Chloe. ' I say.

Clark looks like a fish out of water as his mouth opens and closes again and again. I see jealousy on his face and I find I like it. He really is my friend, he is just not as important as what could be between myself and Lana.

'But you are sixteen Lana, Lex is way too old for you. What will Nell say?' Chloe says her voice concerned with small underlying jealousy, I arch my brow at her and wait for Lana's reply.

'I am seventeen in two days Chloe and as I am sure you know, Nell has a lot to do with the Luthor's, I doubt she will stop me seeing Lex.' She says firmly as she slides her tiny fingers across my coat sleeve, wrapping her arm around mine. I can feel her beautiful heat against me and I feel my body respond accordingly.

Oh fuck I wanted this this little girl so much my body clamours for the sweet oblivion of her tight warmth. Outwardly I am calm, sardonic and slightly condescending. Clark begins to seeth inwardly and I can sense it. Again it pleases me, I had no idea before now that I had such a petty streak.

It must be Lana. I had always wanted her and now I was getting her. Success was sweet and doubly delicious due to Clark's inability to keep her or stop lying to her. If he couldnt keep her, how the fuck was that my fault? I had warned him not to wait too long to make his move. I had been serious, warning him not to wIt too long. What i had left out was that there were other far more experienced men who would be more than happy and willing to step up to the plate in his rather sloppy wake.

'Let's get going, Lana.' I say smoothly, a total lack of expression on my face freezing any further comments on both of our friends faces. 'Or you will miss your surprise.'

I see Clark grit his teeth in jealousy and frustration as he asks; 'Where are you going?'

I grin now, I cannot help it, but I know my eyes are glacial. 'I cannot tell you right now as it is a surprise for my date. But I can tell you that it requires a Luthorcorp jet.' I say deliberately rubbing in the fact that I have endless resources and a inexhaustible source of finance. It works just as I know it will, I see a muscle jump in his jaw as his eyes become steely and unfriendly.

'Lucky you,' Chloe says smiling somewhat happily now as she embraces Lana and whispers in her ear so low she thinks I cannot hear her. Fortunately, my hearing is freakishly good.

'Be careful, he is dangerous.' She whispers into Lana's shell like ear before kissing her cheek softly.

I turn and leave the talon, my date in tow, my steps slow and unhurried as I throw over my shoulder. 'You two enjoy your evening.'

'You too.' Clark throws at us his mind elsewhere as I reply with lightning fast precision. 'Oh we will.'

Lana glances up at me and I lower my head intimately towards her as I inhale the delicious vanilla scent that seems to follow her wherever she goes. I want to lick it off of her skin, every fucking inch of her.

Dangerous? Chloe has never been so fucking right. But I would never hurt Lana, I will give her a fucking excellent education however. Lana Lang will never be the same again after our date tonight. I sense she is excited and it adds to my lustful thoughts. There has always been a tension between us as friends and business partners, it is attraction and lust combined. Although I doubt she knows it.

Once we are out side I usher her into my waiting limousine. Her startled eyes sparkle as she spots the luxury car. 'A limo, Lex?' She asks laughing prettily.

A small grin touches my lips as I help her into the dark, plush interior. It has a sliding partition between us and the driver and I eye it with careful thought as I slide in behind her lithe figure. My lust spikes as I think about sliding that partition up and kissing her lips again.

The car purrs forward and we barely notice as our eyes meet and hold. Lana flushes, her cheeks turning a delicate pink as she shyly lowers her gaze to examine the mini bar and stereo in front of us. I find I fucking love her shyness. It makes what I will do to her later that much sweeter. I find I am bored with experience and artificially beautiful women.

There is nothing artifical about the beauty beside me. She is all youthful freshness and honest reactions.

I silently reach forward and get two champagne flutes, popping the cork, I expertly fill them both half way and hand one to her. 'A little won't hurt.' I say a teasing expression filling my face as I fix my eyes onto her wide ones.

I want to eat her.

I feel a little like a fox about to raid a hen house and excitement grips me again, none to gently. My cock twitches as I let my eyes trail across her small beautifully shaped breasts and down onto her demurely crossed ankles. Those shoes are so... sexy.

'Where did you get the dress and shoes, Lana?' I ask casually. As always my calm voice belies a deep and repressed passion.

She smiles at me and admits. ' I raided Nell's closet.'

I take a sip of the bubbly golden liquid and deadpan: 'Remind me to thank Nell for buying that particular dress and shoes one day.'

Lana blushes hard at the compliment and at the message I mean her to hear.

I wanted her to think that I meant we will be together for a good long while. Little does she know I want to keep her permanently.

I watch as she sips the champagne and wrinkles her small nose becomingly before laughing.

'Have you had champagne before?' I ask as I lean back against the plush seat and observe her closely. She shakes her head sending a delicious spill of dark hair tumbling across her cheeks and shoulders. 'No, never.' She says her wides eyes flicking to mine and then away as she trys and fails to hold my intense stare. I love making her uncomfortable. It's a balm to my wicked desire.

'Well Lana, here is to all the things you haven't had before, which I can give you.' I say suggestively a lazy smirk on my face as I see her nipples harden against the thin fabric of her bodice.

Fuck me, she is so responsive. I let my eyes drop deliberately to her now erratically moving breasts and then my eyes drift back upwards and meet her now serious face which is all wide darkened eyes and parted lips.

She wants me to kiss her I can see it.

I don't.

I want the tension between us to explode. It will soon, the pressure is ticking way, way up high already and we have only been on this date for twenty minutes.

The limousine stops softly and the driver steps out to open the door for us. I nod in thanks as I reach into the interior and help a shaky Lana out. Her slender fingers cling to mine.

We are at the airport and my jet is fueld and ready, waiting for us. Lana stares up at the luxury aircraft and then eyes me in wonder.

I draw her arm through mine as before. We walk towards the jet and mount the stairs. The pilot greets us at the top and asks us to take our seats because take off is imminent and I nod in agreement as we go to the tastefully appointed lounge. I gesture for her to sit, she does, eyeing the splendour within with a small smile.

As the jet takes off we relax and undo our seat belts.

I pour more champagne and pass her a glass, she unthinkingly takes it and sips at it as she gazes out of the windows to the dark clouds below. I hide a smile as she turns to me and asks a rational question.

'Are we leaving the country? ' Lana asks.

I nod and take another sip of the bubbly liquid.

'How? I didn't bring my passport.' She says bewildered.

I grin and fix my eyes onto her beautiful hazel eyes quirking a brow at her playfully. 'Don't worry. It is taken care of, Lana. Just sit back and enjoy the evening, leave your self in my very capable hands.' I joke even as a surge of desire floods my body. I draw in a calming breath and flick my eyes over her lovely form once again. I want to see her naked and writhing on my sheets. Cream satin would go beautifully with that creamy skin and dark brown hair I decide.

Lana seems incapable of looking away as her breaths speed up and she licks at suddenly dry lips. My eyes follow the movement and then raise to hers.

The air is filled with electricity. It flickers across our skins and begs for us to touch for it to explode. I casually place my champagne on the table and rise to my feet. I see her eyes widen and flit across my face and body hungrily.

I am belied casual elegance tonight. A black silk shirt and black slacks my outfit. I know I look good. Lana thinks so too, I can tell by her erratic breathing and lustful eyes.

I walk to her chair and reach both of my hands out to her, palm up. She hesitates only a second before placing her delicate hands in mine. We both gasp as the electricity infuses us with its surging energy. I pull her gently up and towards me.

She lands against my chest and entwines our fingers and I pull her into a burning kiss.

Our lips touch at first chastely until I slowly slide my tongue between the soft supple lips against mine. She whimpers as I surge forwards thrusting myself into the velvet soft recesses of her mouth. Her fingers grip mine tightly as she tries to copy my movements. I deepen the kiss, pulling her flush against my body.

My cock nudges her stomach and I feel her arch unthinkingly into the hardness. Good girl, I think as I stroke her tongue with mine. She cries out, a muffled sound into my mouth as I suck on her tongue bringing it into my own mouth. Her breasts touch my chest and I groan now.

So fucking hot.

Soon her tongue is moving in my mouth and I thrust my hips against her slowly. I raise my hands and release hers before sliding them into her hair on either side of her face, anchoring her in place as I plunder her mouth wickedly. Her hips begin to move against my leg as I thrust it between hers slightly. All concious thought has vanished under my expertise. She is mindless warmth and lustful passion.

I wonder idly if she has ever seen a cock before and I feel myself harden still further at the thought of her on her knees before me, her full lips wrapped around my cock. All innocent, wanton curls and pouty lips, damn.

I start to pull back from her. Now is not the time, I decide, to take things further. Her gaze in bemused as she opens her eyes to look at me.

'We are about to land, Lana.' I say as I stroke her lower lip with my hungry finger dipping slightly into the wetness between those luscious lips. A quaking begins in her limbs and her eye lids flutter closed for a moment before reopening and fixing onto mine.

She nods at last and steps back from my body. Her eyes widen as she takes in the tented fabric of my trousers. I grin at her and stroke her hair back from her now flushed face. 'Do you want to touch it?' I ask casually, as if I am offering something far more innocent than my aching hard cock for her to touch. I take her right hand and place it on the hardness that is my erection. Her face becomes focused and curiosity rules as she squeezes experimentally before sliding her hand back and forth with an inborn knowledge that all women possess. I stifle a groan, eyeing her face with slitted glittering eyes. I feel all predator now and she is my prey. She is lucky we are about to land. The pilots voice sounds over the intercom, saying that we must buckle our seat belts. Lana raises startled eyes to mine as she remembers where we are and that she was stroking my cock. Embarrassment floods her and she hurriedly turns away to sit down.

I sit too, 'Lana, don't be embarrassed about what just happened between us, it's natural and a normal conclusion to how we feel about each other.' I say matter of factly my voice as smooth and decadent as dark chocolate.

She meets my eyes rather hesitantly before smiling shyly. 'Im just a bit inexperienced with all of this. Clark and I never...and neither did Whitney. ..' she trails off embarrassed.

I smirk and say. 'I know.'

The jet lands smoothly and the stairs are lowered. We are on a small tarmac in what seems to be a jungle. Lana looks around in a bewildered fashion. 'Where are we?' she laughs nervously.

'My private piece of paradise.' I reply cryptically as we begin to walk. 'After my time alone on that island, I hated the sound of the ocean. Now its calms me like nothing else. You are the first person I have brought here.'

We walk along a boardwalk running along the shimmering white sand and follow it through a dense part of the jungle, a green wall seems to close in behind us giving us perfect privacy. The sound of insects and the crashing of waves up ahead fills our ears. Lana's high heels thud softly against the wooden walk way. Her hand finds mine and slowly wraps around my fingers, I return the caress and squeeze her slender fingers tightly.

Suddenly the jungle parts and ahead is a gazebo, temple style, it is all marble old world charm and fluffy pillows to sit upon. It had an unfettered view of the ocean and the white beach below. A soft breeze blows the billowing silk curtains that float around the open sides. Lana gasps and freezes beside me before a huge smile of delight breaks on to her lovely face. I feel my insides contact at the beauty beside me.

I place a hand on her lower back and guide her into the small palace. We sit opposite each other and our eyes meet. Her innocent gaze filled with a small bit if fear and a lot of desire

'This is so beautiful Lex.' She breaths as her eyes drink in the loveliness around us, tucking her legs under her elegantly. The sun has disappeared and the night sky is pock marked with twinkling stars and a huge silver moon. It's light is so bright, that I don't light the lanterns which hang at strategic locations along the edge of the small building. The moonlight turns Lana's skin to alabaster cream. I so badly want to lick every inch of her. I want to spread her out across the pillows and taste her delightful body and her very essence as I spread her slender legs wide. I know my eyes must be snapping with the suppressed passion which I hold in check so ridgedly. Her eyes meet mine again and the breath hitches in her throat.

She takes a shuddering breath and seems to gather gumption as she asks, 'Why do you look at me like that?'

I smirk and drop my eyes momentarily before raising them to hers once again. I decide on brutal honesty ... I wish to see her reaction . 'I want you, Lana. I want every part of you. I want to devour you.' I say softly, the words hanging like a gauntlet between us as I see fresh colour flood her high cheek bones.

She licks her lips nervously before flooring me with her next words. 'Show me.' She whispers, her voice breaking on the last word.

I don't move. I eye her throughly though, my gaze eating her softly supple flesh with a scorching visual eye fuck. She stops breathing as I slowly rise to my knees beside her. I lean down my eyes holding hers prisoner.

I wish to see all her reactions.

She must not shut her eyes.

I touch my lips to hers gently at first before suddenly gripping her chin harshly and thrusting my tongue into her warm wet mouth. She tastes sublimely delicious and I growl softly as she kisses me back with growing knowledge. She is a quick learner, I am pleased. Her lips give beneath mine and I dominate her throughly. She must bend to my will and she does. A breathless whimper leaves her as I leave her mouth and nip hard at her lower lip.

I arch my brow in question. 'Are you sure?' I ask, this one time only.

She nods but I shake my head, I wish to hear her say it. She looks confused and gazes at me slightly unfocused and a lot turned on.

'Say it, Lana.' I demand. 'Do you want me to fuck you.' I ask wickedly, as I can actually feel her intense embarrassment at my crass and dirty word. I love it and press my advantage without remorse.

She nods again but it isn't what I want. I want her surrender in every way imaginable.

'Say it...repeat after me...' I order as my eyes flicker between her eyes and lips alternately.

'I...' I say.

'I..' she says her voice breathless.

'Want...' I say.

'Want...' she repeats her voice becoming slightly throaty with passion.

'You to...' I say with glee.

'You to...' she parrots.

I grin slightly my eyes dancing with humor and desire as I say with relish. 'Fuck me, Lex.'

She hesitates so I tighten my hold on her chin lifting her face to mine. 'Say it.' I demand again. She tries to break eye contact but can't as her lips form the words I want to hear coming out of her moist lips. 'F. .fuck me, Lex.' She repeats, her voice caressing my name deliciously.

I don't react I simply stare at her as I reach down to kiss her with complete abandon. No hold barred. Our tongues tangle and she cries out against my lips in desire as my free hand slides up to her breast, plucking the hard bud of her nipple through the thin material. Her body is so tightly strung I want to make her come before dinner.

I hover over her as I push her backwards into the soft, soft cushions. Her long hair fans out creating a dark halo around her perfect oval face. Her lips are parted and she is panting. The hand that was holding her chin slides down to lightly clamp her silky neck effectively holding her down and at my mercy. She realises this and instead of the fear I half expect she archs her hips into my thigh which touches her. I mutter a curse as all the carefully harnessed lust I feel seeps through my body. This girl was made for me and me alone, I just know it.

I roll out to her, my weight fully upon her for the first time. I am slightly lower than her so that my stomach comes into contact with the apex of her thighs. I rub myself against her and grin in triumph as she rolls her hips against me all instinct and natural guile. A surge of wetness soaks through my shirt and I stop to part our bodies. Lana's cheeks are perpetually pink as she realises that I am about to look at her most private place. I don't rush for her benifit, I slowly peel her dress upwards revealing shapely thighs and a black lace panty. I glance up and smile slightly into her troubled eyes as I whisper. ' I want to see every part of you Lana, every single fucking inch.' The swear word makes her eyes widen as she has never heard me curse before. She will soon find out that I don't curse in normal everyday situations, but in the bedroom my mouth is fucking filthy.

Another surge of wetness onto her lace panty is my answer as I wonder silently if she will find my tendency to talk dirty a turn on.

Obviously she does.

I carefully slide my fingers along the edge of the lace guarding her pussy. I inhale deeply as I Iower my face further towards that tempting wetness. 'Lex...I...' she says shyly her hands trying to stop my decent. I ignore her and lick the wet lace directly over her pulsing sex. I rub my nose along her slit and hear her breathy cry as she archs helplessly into my face. My fingers follow suit and rub the wet material teasingly.

'Do you like that, Lana?' I ask innocently knowing my next words will embarrass her terribly. 'Shall I lick your wet pussy?' I grip the black lace and pull it down over her hips and love her squeak of surprise as her legs clamp closed tightly. I take the scrap of fabric down her legs and toss it away, my hands stroking her thighs open lightly. The calming strokes make her relax and I rejoice knowing that soon I will teach her to open her thighs gladly whenever the mood takes me...which will be often.

Her sex is nicely trimmed and I smirk at that, innocent Lana trimming her pussy for a date with me? How good could it get? I stick out my tongue and lock my eyes with hers, holding her gaze captive as I lick her folds with broad tongue strokes across the delicate flesh. She cries out and aches upwards into my mouth. I open wide and suck her flesh into my mouth her taste is sublime.

'Aahh Lex...' Lana whimpers as she grips the pillows beneath her for support. Her thighs fall open as I continue to lick her folds. I suck her clitoris into my mouth and lave it repeatedly loving the wetness that trickles out of her sex. I insert a single finger and groan at the tightness of her body. I thrust in and out before adding another finger. She moans and cries out again as her hips try to thrust into my questing fingers and mouth. Those sexy high heels are soon over my shoulders with careless abandon just where I wanted them.

I push inside her until I feel her virgin barrier and I pause before thrusting harder and harder against the skin that guards her most intimate place as my other hand joins the other looking for a spot of flesh with in her body, soon she is impaled on four fingers as I stretch her sex deliciously. She cries my name out repeatedly and I grin against her flesh. The sound of my name on her lips makes warmth spread through my whole being.

I rub the spot within her until she clamps her thighs together and whispers. 'Lex stop. Please.' She is scared because I have heard it feels like you are about to wet your self the first time you orgasm from your g-spot. I hush her and kiss her thigh as my fingers work faster and faster. Her body shakes and then bows upwards as a gush of liquid spurts from her beautiful body drenching my hands and face. As she shudders over and over I thrust my fingers through her heymen, covering the pain with sheer unadulterated pleasure. She doesn't even notice that I have taken her innocence. Lana Lang is mine now and I will be damnned if I will let her go.

I stop thrusting into her depths and kiss her thighs softly as I push upwards to her face. She is blissed out and limp as I kiss her. My lips taste of her essence and I love that she can taste herself on me. She kisses me slowly and deep and I settle fully clothed between those beautiful thighs. My cock is pulsing miserably as I deny myself release. I want her to enjoy each moment between us with unhurried passion. I can wait to sink into her sweet depths.

'Lana. ' I say softly as I lick at her lower lip hungrily. 'Shall we have dinner?' I ask casually as if I haven't just been eating her for starters.

She nods bemused and more than slightly shy and she tries to sit up, pulling her skirt down too. As she does she sees the tiny drops of blood on her thighs. 'Did you. ..?' She asks losing words and flapping hands in a sweet flustered manner.

I bend and press a kiss onto her lips as I reply. 'You are no longer a virgin. My fingers took care of that.' I wriggle my long fingers before her face and watch in amusement as she blushes a deep red this time.

'Let's have dinner now. ' I say as I sit up and press a hidden button below the edge of the low eastern style table before us.

Lana looks curious now as she asks; 'Where they just waiting for us?'

I look at her deadly serious. 'My staff always have to wait for a direct order from me before they act. It's the way we Luthors do business and pleasure.'

Lana nods slowly as her mind wraps around the idea of silent obedient staff. I smile at her kindly as I brush to my knuckles across a satiny cheek. Her long dark eye lashes flutter downward at the caress before opening to stare at me in wonder. There was no regret in her. I felt happier than I could remember feeling for a very many years.

The waiters brought a five course meal to us served on silver platters in true eastern style with small bowls for us to serve ourselves. Lana and I dish up and eat in comfortable silence, her eyes were constantly drawn to the view beyond and me.

'Do you like it?' I find myself asking around a mouthful of tender chicken, I lift another bite, which I offer to her. She laughs with carefree abandon before accepting and taking the mouthful carefully. I watch and I know my eyes darken at the sight of those lips closing around my...fork.

The air around us is alive with static and it's pleasurable light flickers between us through the evening in bursts of bright orange and red, the colours of passion.

I learn that Lana is far from being only a pretty face, she is smart and savvy and very quick to gasp an idea and run with it. In short she is my kind of woman. I cannot refer to her as a girl any longer for it is glaringly obvious that she is anything but. She is sensual and beautiful and as lovely inside as she is on the outside.

She beguiles me.

I find myself besotted like a fool as I count the many different hues of green and brown and gold within her wide eyes. Their twinkling depths echoing the passion I can feel calling us to completion. I want her now, right now. But I bide my time just as I have for two years. She will be mine as surely as the moon will fall and the sun will rise tomorrow.

We talk and I find myself hanging on each word. She had been hurt by Clark and I hate the self doubt I see in her eyes as she mentions his name. I will wipe it all away I vow to myself.

I have always desired someone in my life whom I could love completely, holding none of myself back. I have never found such a person until now, in the sixteen year old woman beside me.

She hesitantly offers me a taste of her own food and I accept, my eyes intensely locked into the depths of hers and I know I disconcert her. She loves it. Beaming at me in jest as she playfully wipes my mouth before kissing me uncertainly.

I want her to come to me willingly, so I resist the urge to take her completely tonight.

There will be other dates, and now it will not hurt her the first time we are joined. I fucking love it. After we finish eating and Lana says she cannot eat another bite I wipe her mouth with my finger before licking the small morsel off of my finger tip with teasing abandon.

'Where should we go for our next date?' I ask.

Lana freezes and blushes. 'You want to see me again?' She seems shocked and happy.

I look at her incredulously. 'Of course I do.' I say in earnest. 'And I won't be late or not show.' I joke.

'Can we just hang out in Smallville? ' she asks eyes dipping before mine shyly.

I arch my brow in surprise. 'But everyone will see us.' I say...asking. Mocking.

'So?' She shrugs. 'I am not ashamed to be dating you...I mean...If that is what we are doing?'

I laugh out loud at her expression. I don't laugh often but she makes me feel light and carefree.

'Yes we are dating.' I answer. 'That is if you want to date the infamous Lex Luthor? '

She blushes and grins at me. ' I think I already am.'

We finish our island dinner and talk long into the night. It is 2 am before I drop her at her front door with a somewhat caste kiss. I can wait until the next night, when I would finally have Lana as mine.

A/N; Please review! It really does help with the incentive to write. Thank you. Let me know if you want the third and final installment of this three shot and what you would like go see happen between Lex and Lana.