Author: papergirl
Rating: PG-13. Will increase as things get hot and heavy. There is some cursing in this chapter, so you might want to shield your virgin eyes for that.
Feedback: I don't know why I'm writing this thing, I guess I just wanted to try something new. I want feedback on whether or not there should be more!
Spoilers: Eh
Disclaimer: Don't own anything . . . actually, I just went shopping for school supplies, and got some great highlighters . . .
Archiving: Just ask, please!
Summary: Honey and Lex get down and dirty . . . at least until that damn Lionel shows up. You know, I never invited him!
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Lex was in a foul mood when he returned home from Plant #3. There had been some irregularities in fertilizer produced that day. Too much nitrogen or some bullshit like that. Add to that the fact that the lovely and infuriating Honey Harper was in town. In town with Clark. Driving Clark home. Damn her. Damn her to hell.
He looked up and saw her leaning in the doorway. She had a smirk on her face that could have been an infringement on his own trademark grin. Lex wanted to slap her. Yet again.
Honey stood, shoving her hands in her pants pockets, and looked around the office. She stood before the stained glass window, the sun casting red and white shadows on her face. She spun on her heel, facing him. Lex frowned, opening his laptop.
"Hi."
"Took you a while," Lex said curtly. He wanted to know what she had been doing. And with whom.
"Yeah, well, the Kents invited me to dinner. Martha's an incredible cook."
Lex glared at her. In a single day, she managed to get a dinner invite out of the same people he had been trying to crack for months. He wondered why he was upset. He should have anticipated that.
"What?" Honey raised her eyebrows innocently, walking up to the desk, so that they were opposite each other.
Lex shook his head. "Nothing."
"Liar." She leaned across the desk, and Lex could smell her again. Happy.
"What the fuck do you want, Honey?" Lex said angrily, standing. "I'm tired of these goddamn games! Tell me what it is you're here for, and if possible, I'll try to arrange it. If not, you're going to have to go on your way."
"You'd try to give me what I want?"
"Of course, Honey." Lex's head hurt, and he sat again. No matter what, he would always try to make her happy. He loved to hate her, and hated to love her at the same time. There was so much between them . . .
"And you're tired of the games?"
"Yes." Lex rubbed his temples.
"Good." She smiled. "Me too."
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Honey was thrilled. Lex did just what she expected. Now to finish the deal.
"And you're tired of the games?" Honey asked, lowering her voice to a husky tone.
"Yes." Lex looked worn out. Honey wondered if he had had a very hard day. She decided to help him relieve the stress.
"Good," she couldn't hide her smile. "Me too."
With that, she swept her arm across the desk, sending the computer, papers and pens onto the floor. Lex stared at her.
"Honey! What are you—!"
Honey climbed across the desk, kicking off her shoes. She landed on Lex's lap. As her lips touched Lex's, Honey had to struggle falling off the chair. As it was, Lex's moaning was enough to encourage her to stay upright. It was almost a purring that emitted from deep within his throat. It reminded her of a car.
His arms wrapped around her, tugging her shirt from the pants. Lex's hands swept over her back, and Honey wanted to die.
It was just like it had always been. She could always depend on Lex to be there when she got a bad grade, broke up with a boyfriend or simply wanted great sex (boyfriend or not). Honey melded to him, the warmth from his body making hers pliant and willing. His head dropped to her neck, kissing the soft skin there. Honey whimpered, feeling weak. Lex sighed, pulling her closer.
Honey brought his face up to hers, dropping her mouth on his once again. His tongue flicked out, tasting her. She opened up her mouth, letting him explore her. Re-discover her.
"Mmm," Lex murmured against her mouth. "It's been so long since we've . . ." he trailed off, running his hands up her back, reaching for a bra.
"I don't wear one, 'member?" She whispered, laughing a little.
Lex chuckled softly, then moaned, "Oh, Honey . . . "
The door banged open.
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Lionel Luthor was in town. He wanted to check on his young, yet surprisingly strong-willed son. Lionel was rather proud of his son. They could have been great friends, that is, if his son didn't so obviously despise him, in a needy sort of way.. Lionel ruefully wondered when Lex would stop requiring paternal approval. That day, he would be a great man.
He walked down the hall of the manor, approaching the study-turned-office where his son did daily work. He heard a crash, and hurried toward the door. Lionel paused, listening. From outside, he heard a long moan. "Oh, Honey . . ."
Lionel became angry. His son, saying that bitch's name? No way in hell. He shoved the door open, and found his son in a rather compromising position.
He watched as Honey shifted on Lex's lap. She turned, looking back at him. A slight smile twitched on her lips. Lionel frowned. Lex looked straight at his father without expression. Well, at least they weren't naked.
Lionel approached the bar, pouring himself a snifter of brandy. "Madeline?" He glanced back at the girl, who was now standing, brushing herself off.
"Hey, Lionel, what's up?" She walked over to him, taking the brandy from him, sipping it. "Mmmm." She licked her lips. Very provocatively.
Hair tussled, and cheeks flushed, Lionel had to admit that the girl was sexy. And in a far more real way than little Vicky Hardwick. Madeline was lovely and he was angry that he had never bedded her. Of course, it wasn't for a lack of effort. She just wouldn't tumble. He hated her for her loyalty to his son. Lionel believed that that kind of loyalty left one open for nothing but disappointment and betrayal.
He poured two more tumblers. One for his son, and one for himself. Lex looked at Lionel hostilely, accepting the glass.
"Madeline," Lionel decided not to comment on what he had walked in on. At least not as long as she was in the room. "What brings you to Smallville?" He looked at Lex.
"I believe you're shooting daggers at him, dear." Honey smiled slowly.
The girl could be so damn condescending. "How long have you been in town?"
"Just got in, and actually, I think I need a shower. Lex," she turned to him, "I took the liberty of moving a few bags in. I hope you don't mind." She included Lionel in the glance, then left before either could say a word.
Lionel took a moment, looking at the mess on the floor.
"What are you doing here, Dad?" Lex said.
It pained Lionel to hear his son use that tone. The boy could be most disrespectful, and if Lex wasn't so fucking brilliant, he would have clocked him right then and there.
"Just checking in," Lionel laughed. "I certainly didn't expect to see her here."
Lex turned away, walking to the desk.
"I'm disappointed in you, Lex." Lionel set his glass down. "I thought you got that out of your system. I thought that all those years of running around with that slut had ended when you moved here."
"Funny, Dad, I thought you only called the women who slept with you sluts." Lex paused, "She never sunk to your level, and you hate her for that."
"Lex!" Lionel strode toward his son, gripping him by the collar. "I am your father, and you will not address me that way. Madeline Harper is not one of us. You cannot trust her. She's after something. It may not be your money, but I know she wants to bring me down, and she will use you to do it."
"Mom loved her," Lex whispered softly, then looked up at his father. "And that's good enough for me."
"Your mother lacked judgement," Lionel said. "And Madeline's mother was a social climber who brought herself and Honey's father to their deaths."
Lionel didn't mean to call Madeline by that silly pet name. It reminded him too much of his wife.
"Listen, son. Madeline means you no good. Fuck her, get it over with, say goodbye in the morning. And if possible get some information out of her. What her investments are, and the like," Lionel turned, walking out the door. "It might help us."
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