Disclaimer: - Apart from the actual story none of the characters are mine.

Well next part perhaps soon I will let them get out of the mansion again, but for now it is such a good setting.

"So what are you cooking tonight?"

Glancing across to Chloe I stared at her open mouthed, I don't remember saying anything about slaving over a hot stove. I'm not saying I can't cook because I hate to admit it but I'm pretty good at it.

What the hell, why not, she probably thinks that Lex Luther doesn't even know what a cooker looks like!

"How does fresh pasta in a spicy tomato and basil sauce sound?"

"Sounds ok by me but I do like want to be alive tomorrow"

"What exactly are you suggesting Miss Sullivan, that I would poison my own dearly beloved girlfriend?"

"No, of course not. Am I"

"Are you what?"

"Your dearly beloved girlfriend"

Seeing the smirk on her face I could see that she was teasing not fishing so I just turned and walked towards the kitchen. My mother had enjoyed cooking; we used to bake gingerbread together, after the freshly baked biscuits had cooled from the oven I was allowed the honour of applying the icing.

One dad my Farther found out.

I'd never iced gingerbread since.

Reaching the kitchen I heard Chloe behind me suddenly I felt arms wrap around my middle. Hmm she was in a playful mood.

"Do I get an answer?"

Twisting in her arms I look down at her, she was wearing her hair a little longer recently; it suited her. It was still her normal choppy style just a bit more stylish. Her skin exposed to the sun the day before was a pinky brown colour; I was a lucky man.

"An answer to what?"

"Ok fine, be like that"

"Like what?"

"Infuriating, exasperating, adorable"

"Adorable, you make me sound like a teddy bear"

"A teddy bear, no you're no teddy bear they have more hair"

"That's a low cut Chloe, you wound me"

He can be such a silly ass sometimes he is afraid that if he lets it out; the fact he likes me, loves me that it will diminish him somehow. It's his farther who is partly to blame; the years of his bullying teamed with that of his peers at school made him insecure. Not that he shows it

But I know

That is why I will have to wait until he is ready, so much of this relationship is ruled by that one thing: -

TIME

In a few months it will be nearly 9 months, that is my longest time I have ever dated someone. If I am allowed to say it I like it, we have a bond that I don't even have with my farther I seem to know him deeply, intimately and I think, I hope it's the same for him.

"Where? Let me kiss it better"

Smiling at him I slowly lower his head to mine and we spend a few mind numbingly blissful minuets in the middle of the Luther mansions kitchens making out. Uhh cut that I hate that phrase ' making out' it sounds so tacky.

We were kissing.

It was good, and I can never seem to get enough of it, I hate going home this is evidenced by our prolonged goodbye's!

"This isn't getting us fed and watered"

"No it isn't but that's life isn't it, you have to take the rough with the smooth. This is the smooth"

I show him an example of the smooth.

"If that's the smooth what is the rough"

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Mr Luther, the rough is not eating tonight"

"Oh, shame"