After choosing from a WIDE assortment of sexy lingerie at Lana's, Crystal
came quickly back to the Kent residence to change, for now she only had
half-an-hour before Lex would arrive. Guests were already streaming in
slowly from the front, following Clark's goofy, hand-made signs that stated
to go 'round back.
Putting her hair up neatly, finishing up her makeup and slipping on her heels, she finally made her way down to the kitchen to see Clark placing more gifts onto the table.
"Hey Clark, what time is it?" Crystal asked as she placed her gift on the table.
"Seven o' clock. Hey, isn't Lex supposed to be here by now?" Immediately after Clark finished speaking, there was a knock at the door.
Speak of the devil . . .
Both Clark and Crystal looked in the general direction of the door then at each other. There was a millisecond of a pause until they raced to the door, but Clark got a hold of the handle first and smiled back at Crystal as he whispered harshly, "Don't you want to make a dramatic entrance?"
"Oh. Right," with that Crystal turned and made hast up the stairs.
Clark opened the door and greeted Lex with a brilliant smile, "Hi Lex! I gather that you're here to draw Crystal away from the festivities."
"Only with rational purposes, Clark," Lex replied coolly and handed Clark a small purple box with a gold ribbon. "Make sure your mother opens this last." Jonathon heard from the kitchen that Lex had arrived, and made way to the door next to Clark, "Good evening Jonathon."
They shook hands casually as Jonathon spoke, "Lex, please drive carefully."
"No need to worry about my driving habits, I brought the limo and I guarantee you that my driver is properly licensed and certified." There was a pause between the three men, "So may I ask where the lovely lady I'm to escort is?"
Crystal had been listening from the top of the stairs the whole time and took her chance at going down at this moment.
Clark was about to call her down. "Crys . . ." he called rather loudly, but lowered his voice quickly, ". . .tal," because she waltzed down the stairs gracefully.
Lex's breath hitched in his throat at the sight gliding towards him. She wore a deep blood red dress that seamed in a perfect horizontal line across her chest with the intention of being held up by thin straps of the same color. The dress flowed down her body softly for the fabric was light, yet soft and cool to the touch. It poured down her left leg only, and revealed up to her mid-thigh on the other side for the slit rode up in waves caressing her soft tan skin. This was the perfect dress to dance either the tango or even to salsa. Concealed from Lex's view was her perfect back that was fairly exposed by the style of the dress. Her heels were low at the square, uncovered toe but rode up to a four inch heel. Crystal's hair was parted at the side and was sleeked into a tight bun.
The Kent men smiled at her once she reached them, but Lex looked like a deer caught in headlights, practically reinventing the compliment.
She was so exultant that Crystal kissed Jonathon on the cheek then hugged Clark but moved before Lex, not knowing what was appropriate in front of her uncle and cousin.
"Good evening, Lex."
"Crystal," he let out a low breath he didn't know he was holding and smiled, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles gently, which he got a knowing glance from Jonathon. "You look utterly more beautiful than I could put words to."
"Thank you," she thanked practically too quiet for anyone to hear but Lex as her lips, tainted a deep red, curved into a sparkling smile.
Jonathon was the one to break the moment, "Lex, bring her back in one piece please." He eyed Lex then Crystal, "And Crystal, don't do anything that your Aunt Martha or myself would not approve of."
"I'll try to contain myself," she shot him a smile, trying to lighten him up.
"Have a great time you two," Clark decided to shoot in before his dad spoke.
"Goodbye Clark," Lex nodded to the elder man, "Jonathon."
Lex turned offering Crystal an elbow to guide her with, "Shall we?"
Her smile never left for the gentleman before her, "Yes we shall."
Putting her hair up neatly, finishing up her makeup and slipping on her heels, she finally made her way down to the kitchen to see Clark placing more gifts onto the table.
"Hey Clark, what time is it?" Crystal asked as she placed her gift on the table.
"Seven o' clock. Hey, isn't Lex supposed to be here by now?" Immediately after Clark finished speaking, there was a knock at the door.
Speak of the devil . . .
Both Clark and Crystal looked in the general direction of the door then at each other. There was a millisecond of a pause until they raced to the door, but Clark got a hold of the handle first and smiled back at Crystal as he whispered harshly, "Don't you want to make a dramatic entrance?"
"Oh. Right," with that Crystal turned and made hast up the stairs.
Clark opened the door and greeted Lex with a brilliant smile, "Hi Lex! I gather that you're here to draw Crystal away from the festivities."
"Only with rational purposes, Clark," Lex replied coolly and handed Clark a small purple box with a gold ribbon. "Make sure your mother opens this last." Jonathon heard from the kitchen that Lex had arrived, and made way to the door next to Clark, "Good evening Jonathon."
They shook hands casually as Jonathon spoke, "Lex, please drive carefully."
"No need to worry about my driving habits, I brought the limo and I guarantee you that my driver is properly licensed and certified." There was a pause between the three men, "So may I ask where the lovely lady I'm to escort is?"
Crystal had been listening from the top of the stairs the whole time and took her chance at going down at this moment.
Clark was about to call her down. "Crys . . ." he called rather loudly, but lowered his voice quickly, ". . .tal," because she waltzed down the stairs gracefully.
Lex's breath hitched in his throat at the sight gliding towards him. She wore a deep blood red dress that seamed in a perfect horizontal line across her chest with the intention of being held up by thin straps of the same color. The dress flowed down her body softly for the fabric was light, yet soft and cool to the touch. It poured down her left leg only, and revealed up to her mid-thigh on the other side for the slit rode up in waves caressing her soft tan skin. This was the perfect dress to dance either the tango or even to salsa. Concealed from Lex's view was her perfect back that was fairly exposed by the style of the dress. Her heels were low at the square, uncovered toe but rode up to a four inch heel. Crystal's hair was parted at the side and was sleeked into a tight bun.
The Kent men smiled at her once she reached them, but Lex looked like a deer caught in headlights, practically reinventing the compliment.
She was so exultant that Crystal kissed Jonathon on the cheek then hugged Clark but moved before Lex, not knowing what was appropriate in front of her uncle and cousin.
"Good evening, Lex."
"Crystal," he let out a low breath he didn't know he was holding and smiled, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles gently, which he got a knowing glance from Jonathon. "You look utterly more beautiful than I could put words to."
"Thank you," she thanked practically too quiet for anyone to hear but Lex as her lips, tainted a deep red, curved into a sparkling smile.
Jonathon was the one to break the moment, "Lex, bring her back in one piece please." He eyed Lex then Crystal, "And Crystal, don't do anything that your Aunt Martha or myself would not approve of."
"I'll try to contain myself," she shot him a smile, trying to lighten him up.
"Have a great time you two," Clark decided to shoot in before his dad spoke.
"Goodbye Clark," Lex nodded to the elder man, "Jonathon."
Lex turned offering Crystal an elbow to guide her with, "Shall we?"
Her smile never left for the gentleman before her, "Yes we shall."
