Setting the glass down for the last time that night, he rounded his desk again and leaned against its edge, arms folded. "So what did you say to him?" he asked after a moment.
She shrugged, eyes down. "I told him that I didn't think it was working out, and that we needed some time away from each other. He took it pretty well… t-the worst part," she said, new tears standing out in her eyes, "was that he wasn't even surprised. It was like he was expecting…" Her mouth twisted, and tears began to roll down her face again.
This time Lex knew what to do. He took her water, set it on the floor, and hugged her tightly. She wrapped her arms around him, body shaking with her sobs. Her body felt very small and delicate in his arms. The timing of that stray thought was unsuitable, but he didn't brush it away. Perhaps it had something to do with the four drinks he had in him. He reached up and stroked her hair gently, rocking back and forth very subtly. He had a vague memory of his mother doing that to him when he was young and upset. Lana's hands tightened on his back. He shivered, shaking with her sobs. She drew away and said, "Oh… you're shirt's all wet-"
Lex tilted her chin upward and kissed her gently. He felt her stiffen with shock; then she leaned into the kiss, shuddering with one last, tiny sob. Lex had no idea what he was doing. It was if he had gone on autopilot again- only this time, the part of him that should have protested was glowing, burning, weak with an emotion he had never thought he'd feel towards Lana Lang. He kissed her again, deeper, harder, and encircled her waist firmly with his arms. Her hands ran over his neck and she pulled him towards her. They made no sound, just movements as they stood in the middle of Lex Luthor's office.
For a moment Lex felt guilty about Clark, and even Whitney, but it was only a moment, and soon he had forgotten both of their names. Then his tongue was in her mouth and he was wondering how the hell that had happened and his shirt was on the floor. It was then that he woke up from his stupor and remembered that she was fifteen.
"Lana," he managed. Her hands were tangled around his neck and his were holding her waist underneath her shirt. "Lana," he said again, voice weak and barely above a whisper.
"Yes?" she said breathlessly. The sound of her voice almost made him lose it again, but he repeated in his head, Fifteen, fifteen, and continued.
"You have to go," he said, voice the tiniest bit stronger.
"What?" she asked.
"You have to go, you have to leave, now…"
"What?" she said again, but her voice was sharper this time.
He tried to disentangle himself from her arms. "I can't… we can't… I-"
"Lex," she said in his ear. Her breath tickled him and he thought he would collapse. "If I wanted to leave, I would…" She kissed him softly. "I'll say what I can and can't do." Her fingers brushed the back of his neck. He shivered and tried desperately to make himself move, to make his brain work and to make all of it stop, but his autopilot drew Lana to him and covered her soft, full lips with his own. She smiled under the kiss and smoothed her hands down his back. His head was burning and he couldn't stop, he would never be able to even if he wanted to now. It was like a train doomed to wreck. He put his mouth on her neck, trying to touch all of her skin at once. She gasped.
"Lex…"
