SORRY SORRY I have no excuse for the lateness of this chapter only that I'm
still not sure I like it.
Lex Luther surprised me. One on one with him was so much different then the Lex on the street, or the Lex from the clubs. The ride in the limo consisted of very little small talk. It was my first time in a limo and he seemed pleased by my general awe. He complimented me on the dress he picked out and would not tell me why I was wearing such a thing. The ride only lasted a half hour and as I looked out the window I noticed a larger city. Not as large as Metropolis but I could see Lex being more comfortable here then in Smallville. The restaurant we eventually ended up at was an Italian restaurant, probable one of the finest restaurants in town.
The host welcomed us as if we came there all the time and I wondered if it was because Lex did or if the man could just smell money. Everyone in the restaurant was dressed in fine clothing and I was glad for the dress. Although people still seemed to be looking at us. It made me really nervous. Lex must be good at reading people r maybe because I was walking slowly but suddenly I felt his hand on the small of my back. His hand on the small of my very bare back. It was warm and comforting and I felt less out of place. His thumb rubbed in a circle before his hand left me to sit at a table in a quiet corner. People were looking at us; I think they recognized Lex and wondering who I was. Flavor of the month for Lex Luthor. The thought left me slightly cold.
"Everyone is looking at you." I said quietly reaching for the menu.
"No everyone is looking at you." A genuine compliment.
"Yes they are wondering who that out of place woman is with Lex Luthor."
"We will just have to let them know that that is none of their business."
"Why are we here Lex?"
"To eat."
Really Lex."
"Well, I needed to get out of Smallville for a night, actually having a free night for the first time in weeks and I wondered who could I possibly talk into joining me and your name popped in my head. And while we could have eaten in the castle, I felt it criminal for you in that dress to only be seen by me." The man was on a role. "Do you need help?" he nodded towards the menu and for the first time I realized it was in Italian.
"Yes." He took my menu from me and nodded over a waiter who just seemed to be waiting for us. Lex ordered, though I had no idea what I would be eating.
"You speak Italian."
"Just enough to get around in a restaurant."
"In Rome?"
"Yes."
"I went to the best school money could buy."
"I don't remember you much as the school type."
"Ahh well…"
I could see he didn't want to talk about it and that was fine by me.
"How's school going for you?" Small talk question from Lex Luthor.
"It's …" I thought for a moment. "Hard to be the oldest in the school, I feel very out of place but I think I'm doing well in the teen angst land that is high school."
Lex smiled.
I knew he felt as out of place in Smallville as I did in the High school. More so because of the stigma associate with his last name.
"What's it like living with the Kent's?"
Just then our food arrived. The service was quick, the waiter seemed nervous.
"The Kent's well…" I inspected the plate in front of me, pasta, chicken, vegetables, sauce, "They are wonderful people. I'm serious, they give so much and Clark well you know him, he's like no person I've ever met, he only thinks of other people."
"I know, He's certainly one of a kind."
"I'm very lucky."
"Yes, you fit so easily into their lives." Was that sadness bitterness?
"Is something wrong?"
"No." It was a strong no but yes I knew. Lex had tried to get into the Kent's lives. He liked Clark, owed him so much, but the boys parents just couldn't get past the last name.
"I'm surprised Jonathan let you come out with me."
"Me too." I smiled. "Clark can be a very persuasive young man."
"He was really pushing for you to come here with me."
"Yes, well I suppose he tired of you being the only one playing match maker."
We continued to eat but I found my self-unable to eat more then half my meal. One thing I hate to do is waste food.
"You didn't touch your wine." Lex noted as he finished his second glass.
"No, I don't drink any more."
"I didn't know…"
"It doesn't matter."
"I'm sure it does." Lex gave me a knowing look that I'm sure could get national security secrets out of people.
"It damn near killed me Lex, and no one was around to drag me out." I hadn't meant it as a jab towards him but it sounded like one.
Lex didn't seem to take offence. "I don't know why you asked me here Lex but what ever happened two years ago…"
He held up his hand. "I asked you here because I realize you got your self out, I had my father chasing me around for four years, and if there is one thing I admire is strength of character. Plus Dori, you are beautiful."
The waiter came to see how we were doing, almost a fatal mistake if judging by the look on Lex's face. The waiter left quickly and was dragged the rest of the way into the kitchen by who I could only assume was the manager speaking very fast, animated Italian.
Lex placed his hand on mine. "Dance with me."
It was so hard to say no to a Luthor.
His hand was again at the small of my back as he led me to the small dance floor.
Slow Dancing with Lex Luthor.
He was only a few inches taller then I, but I was in heels. My arms around him, he was thin, lean but strong. There was no talking and again I felt eyes on us. There were not too many other people dancing. His fingers brushed against my scar and I stiffened a bit and pulled back but he wouldn't let me instead his fingers traced over the part not hidden by the dress and somehow made me relax yet again. Why I did not give into his charms two years ago is beyond me. I never thought I would feel so weak yet so safe with a man I barely knew. The song ended and so did our dance. My arms dropped, wanting to dance more but not wanting to be so close to him. He smelled too good. Resisting the urge to pick my nails we went back to our table. Lex paid the check leaving bills without really counting.
"Do you need to get back?" He asked.
It took me awhile to realize how to respond.
"By midnight."
"A reasonable curfew."
Sarcastic or not I couldn't really tell. "With all things considering…."
"Right."
It was 10:30. It took a half hour to get back into Smallville. The next big question remained, go home early or go to the castle with Lex.
Lex Luther surprised me. One on one with him was so much different then the Lex on the street, or the Lex from the clubs. The ride in the limo consisted of very little small talk. It was my first time in a limo and he seemed pleased by my general awe. He complimented me on the dress he picked out and would not tell me why I was wearing such a thing. The ride only lasted a half hour and as I looked out the window I noticed a larger city. Not as large as Metropolis but I could see Lex being more comfortable here then in Smallville. The restaurant we eventually ended up at was an Italian restaurant, probable one of the finest restaurants in town.
The host welcomed us as if we came there all the time and I wondered if it was because Lex did or if the man could just smell money. Everyone in the restaurant was dressed in fine clothing and I was glad for the dress. Although people still seemed to be looking at us. It made me really nervous. Lex must be good at reading people r maybe because I was walking slowly but suddenly I felt his hand on the small of my back. His hand on the small of my very bare back. It was warm and comforting and I felt less out of place. His thumb rubbed in a circle before his hand left me to sit at a table in a quiet corner. People were looking at us; I think they recognized Lex and wondering who I was. Flavor of the month for Lex Luthor. The thought left me slightly cold.
"Everyone is looking at you." I said quietly reaching for the menu.
"No everyone is looking at you." A genuine compliment.
"Yes they are wondering who that out of place woman is with Lex Luthor."
"We will just have to let them know that that is none of their business."
"Why are we here Lex?"
"To eat."
Really Lex."
"Well, I needed to get out of Smallville for a night, actually having a free night for the first time in weeks and I wondered who could I possibly talk into joining me and your name popped in my head. And while we could have eaten in the castle, I felt it criminal for you in that dress to only be seen by me." The man was on a role. "Do you need help?" he nodded towards the menu and for the first time I realized it was in Italian.
"Yes." He took my menu from me and nodded over a waiter who just seemed to be waiting for us. Lex ordered, though I had no idea what I would be eating.
"You speak Italian."
"Just enough to get around in a restaurant."
"In Rome?"
"Yes."
"I went to the best school money could buy."
"I don't remember you much as the school type."
"Ahh well…"
I could see he didn't want to talk about it and that was fine by me.
"How's school going for you?" Small talk question from Lex Luthor.
"It's …" I thought for a moment. "Hard to be the oldest in the school, I feel very out of place but I think I'm doing well in the teen angst land that is high school."
Lex smiled.
I knew he felt as out of place in Smallville as I did in the High school. More so because of the stigma associate with his last name.
"What's it like living with the Kent's?"
Just then our food arrived. The service was quick, the waiter seemed nervous.
"The Kent's well…" I inspected the plate in front of me, pasta, chicken, vegetables, sauce, "They are wonderful people. I'm serious, they give so much and Clark well you know him, he's like no person I've ever met, he only thinks of other people."
"I know, He's certainly one of a kind."
"I'm very lucky."
"Yes, you fit so easily into their lives." Was that sadness bitterness?
"Is something wrong?"
"No." It was a strong no but yes I knew. Lex had tried to get into the Kent's lives. He liked Clark, owed him so much, but the boys parents just couldn't get past the last name.
"I'm surprised Jonathan let you come out with me."
"Me too." I smiled. "Clark can be a very persuasive young man."
"He was really pushing for you to come here with me."
"Yes, well I suppose he tired of you being the only one playing match maker."
We continued to eat but I found my self-unable to eat more then half my meal. One thing I hate to do is waste food.
"You didn't touch your wine." Lex noted as he finished his second glass.
"No, I don't drink any more."
"I didn't know…"
"It doesn't matter."
"I'm sure it does." Lex gave me a knowing look that I'm sure could get national security secrets out of people.
"It damn near killed me Lex, and no one was around to drag me out." I hadn't meant it as a jab towards him but it sounded like one.
Lex didn't seem to take offence. "I don't know why you asked me here Lex but what ever happened two years ago…"
He held up his hand. "I asked you here because I realize you got your self out, I had my father chasing me around for four years, and if there is one thing I admire is strength of character. Plus Dori, you are beautiful."
The waiter came to see how we were doing, almost a fatal mistake if judging by the look on Lex's face. The waiter left quickly and was dragged the rest of the way into the kitchen by who I could only assume was the manager speaking very fast, animated Italian.
Lex placed his hand on mine. "Dance with me."
It was so hard to say no to a Luthor.
His hand was again at the small of my back as he led me to the small dance floor.
Slow Dancing with Lex Luthor.
He was only a few inches taller then I, but I was in heels. My arms around him, he was thin, lean but strong. There was no talking and again I felt eyes on us. There were not too many other people dancing. His fingers brushed against my scar and I stiffened a bit and pulled back but he wouldn't let me instead his fingers traced over the part not hidden by the dress and somehow made me relax yet again. Why I did not give into his charms two years ago is beyond me. I never thought I would feel so weak yet so safe with a man I barely knew. The song ended and so did our dance. My arms dropped, wanting to dance more but not wanting to be so close to him. He smelled too good. Resisting the urge to pick my nails we went back to our table. Lex paid the check leaving bills without really counting.
"Do you need to get back?" He asked.
It took me awhile to realize how to respond.
"By midnight."
"A reasonable curfew."
Sarcastic or not I couldn't really tell. "With all things considering…."
"Right."
It was 10:30. It took a half hour to get back into Smallville. The next big question remained, go home early or go to the castle with Lex.